Friday, September 28, 2018

Lapinette's radio crackled but it drowned in the racket from Via Bardonecchia. "Looks like a travelling salesman." Her hiss matched the radio. A bus passed. Inside, the Wabbit brushed one paw down his fur and smiled. "Has he brought his wares?" Lapinette scanned the salesman. "He has a brown new bag." "Papa," muttered the Wabbit, "What's he like?" Lapinette scanned the salesman. "He's chocolate fancy and the colour of beans." The radio whined. "He don't seem cheap," said the Wabbit, "Let's see if he's shy." Lapinette carefully placed her radio down but she left it on. She raised her paws and leaped out from behind the packing case. "Dig our crazy chocolate scene, we do chocolate and we do it mean." The Salesman stepped back. "I'm not a customer," he sneered: "I'm Jumpback Jack." The Wabbit heard everything and he muttered to himself. "Jumpback Jack, the bean dealer." Lapinette pounced forward. "I know who you are. I'm hip to the jive." The Salesman waved his bag. "Only Jack has merchandise." A truck drew up with a screech. "They don't grow this stuff no more," laughed the salesman. Lapinette pirouetted. "The boss is at the back of the house." The Salesman reached for the door but he turned back. "What you packing, sister?" "Bump-stock Makarov," shrugged Lapinette. The salesman opened the door. "There's a seller's market for specials."

Sunday, September 23, 2018

The Wabbit loved being undercover,
especially when he was in a chocolate factory. He hopped along the aisles and
inspected chocolates as they dropped from exquisite machines. He gave each one a
sniff and then went on to the chocolate bars. He examined all wrappings and
nodded his head gravely. He carried packs of chocolates from factory to shop,
ensuring the boxes were stable and protective. He straightened displays, polished
counters, cleaned equipment and did everything he could to look authentic. But
his eyes were everywhere and his ears sharp. He was expecting to see a visitor whose
interest was far, far away from chocolate. The Wabbit had forewarning of a dastardly
plot to cause harm and havoc in the city through the distribution of doctored
confectionery. The mission was vital. The Wabbit shook his head, for he found
the smell of chocolate intoxicating - and he wasn’t alone. All in his team of
specially selected agents loved chocolate, so he’d no need to ask for volunteers.
This was a labour of love. They had no idea of when the visitor would arrive,
only that he would. They just had to wait - and the chocolate was oh so tempting.
Eating any chocolate was forbidden, because it was heady stuff and they were
likely to lose sight of their mission. The Wabbit's head swam slightly with delicious
smells, but suddenly he became aware of another less subtle odour. He wrinkled
his nose, picked up a box of chocolates and made for the shop ...

Friday, September 14, 2018

"In here, in here!" yelled Lapinette. Wabsworth looked at the Wabbit and the Wabbit glanced back. They both grinned, because this wasn't the sort of place that Lapinette frequented. "It's raining," yelled Lapinette, "and there's a special offer." The Wabbit and Wabsworth stopped abruptly. Skratch crashed into their backs. "What's that for a sort of adventure?" he meowed. "Episodic," replied the Wabbit. "Featuring seemingly random events," added Wabsworth. "And repetition," shouted Lapinette. The Wabbit peered inside the establishment. "I thought they only served beer in that place," observed Wabsworth. "English beer," added Skratch. "And they show Italian football," said the Wabbit. "It's an Irish pub, isn't it?" purred Skratch. "Phew and phew again," shrugged the Wabbit. "I think Jarmusch should make a film about it," said Wabsworth. Lapinette hopped up and down and pouted. "They said they had only limited prosecco." The Wabbit held up a paw and a waitress rushed out with four glasses and four plates of chips. They sat down. Rain dropped on the canopy. Cars swooshed past. "I didn't think you knew this place," frowned Lapinette. "Sunday football," explained the Wabbit. "Is that why you smell of beer and cigarettes on Sundays?" asked Lapinette. The Wabbit shook his head. "High spirits and bonhomie, much smoke, beer spilled on fur." Everyone laughed. Lapinette glanced at the TV. "I don't understand football." "No-one really does," smirked the Wabbit.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Wabsworth hopped off. He felt his work was done and he left the Wabbit to reflect. Lapinette took the Wabbit by the paw. "Did you find your point of view?" The Wabbit grinned the biggest grin she had ever seen. "It wasn't lost," he said. "Not even misplaced?" asked Lapinette. "It was here all the time," said the Wabbit. "In front of your nose," suggested Lapinette. "Yes," shrugged the Wabbit. "It was so close I lost sight of it." Lapinette considered. "It must have crept into your blind spot." The Wabbit looked down to the floors underneath and his eyes swept back and forth. He nodded. "Wabsworth could see it." "Wabsworth doesn't have your blind spot?" said Lapinette gravely. It was more of a statement than a question. "He's an android version of me," said the Wabbit. "He has a version of my blind spot but he knows it's there." Lapinette thought for a while. "So he can see more than you." The Wabbit shook his head. "He can see my version and he has his own version. That's how he knows about my point of view." Lapinette giggled. "He's much more than a reflection." "Scary," said the Wabbit. Lapinette pulled the Wabbit away. "Lets eat," she said, "Metaphysics makes me hungry." The Wabbit's tummy grumbled. "I'm a little peckish myself." Lapinette smiled in a mischievous fashion. "I know a great place with a view." The Wabbit was curious. "The Piano Bar," said Lapinette. The Wabbit waited for a punchline. "On Piano 35," yelled Lapinette.[The San Paolo building in Turin hosts PianoTrentacinque, a chic restaurant on the 35th floor.]

Friday, September 07, 2018

"Welcome to the show, Commander." "Very pleased to be here, Fabio. May I call you Fabio?" "Call me anything you like," said Fabio. The Wabbit smirked and winked at the audience. The audience tittered. "Commander," said Fabio. "You recently compiled all your adventures into one big bumper book." The Wabbit looked directly at the audience. "It's a dual purpose book." Fabio raised an eye and blinked. "It will tell a story and double as a door stop," said the Wabbit. "You're a rather famous rabbit now," sighed Fabio; "How does fame affect your fur?" The Wabbit droned on for a while as instructed, then ended by striking the table. "... and so fame comes at a cost." "At what cost?" asked Fabio. "About the price of a haircut." The Wabbit waited for a laugh. The audience giggled. "And that's what RAI is paying me tonight," grinned the Wabbit. The audience reaction was cut short by a long-legged lady rabbit who climbed on the table and lay along it. "Were you ever harassed by anyone, Commander?" Fabio intervened and pushed her to the side. "Leticia, that's not why the Commander is here." The Wabbit brushed him away. "All the time," he said. Letitia looked at the audience and simpered. "So what do you do about them, Commander?" "Sometimes I blow them up," said the Wabbit. The audience went wild with glee, hollering and clapping. "Or occasionally I exile them to a distant galaxy." The audience was on its feet. The cheers were deafening. Leticia crawled past Fabio until she was in front of the Wabbit. "May I touch your fur?" "Put a paw on me and I'll push you off the table," grinned the Wabbit.[My compliments to Fabio Fazio and Leticia Littizzetto of the popular Che Tempo Che Fa talk show, formerly broadcast on RAI3 now on RAI1]

Wednesday, September 05, 2018

"What's this for a sort of algorithm?" asked the Wabbit. "It's my deviancy algorithm," said Wabsworth. "At least it's warmer than the last," commented the Wabbit. He smirked. Wabsworth smirked back. Traffic passed. Lights changed. Shadows grew longer. "So?" asked the Wabbit. "I designed this one to test out your point of view," smiled Wabsworth. "You know my point of view," said the Wabbit. "I know your point of view," grinned Wabsworth, "but do you know your point of view." "Of course I do," answered the Wabbit; "I made it in the first place." He swung around the pole and looked up at the sign. "It is forbidden to enter the binary," said Wabsworth. "I can read," said the Wabbit. He hopped across the rails and hopped back. Then he shrugged. "Nothing happened." Wabsworth grinned. "Nothing happened because it's my algorithm." A tram hurtled past and blew sand in the Wabbit's face. "You better keep to one side or another," warned Wabsworth. "Nah," said the Wabbit. "You think you can change water to wine," frowned Wabsworth. "On a good day I can," said the Wabbit. "And on a bad day?" queried Wabsworth. "Vinegar," sighed the Wabbit, sourly. "From your point of view my freedom is absurd," said Wabsworth. "And vice versa," nodded the Wabbit. Another tram whizzed past. "I must remind you I'm an android," said Wabsworth. "Nobody's perfect," said the Wabbit.

Monday, September 03, 2018

"This is like breathing cotton wool," spluttered the Wabbit. "This is my Cloud in Time saves Nine algorithm," said Wabsworth. Mist swirled round his paw as he carefully adjusted the hands of the clock. "So is there anything you want to keep in the Cloud!" he asked. The Wabbit looked puzzled. "Before time gets to Nine," explained Wabsworth. "What happens after Nine?" asked the Wabbit. Wabsworth made another adjustment. "It's more expensive," he shrugged. The Wabbit shivered. "More expensive than what?" He was even more irritated than usual since he was very cold. He leaned against the wall because there was warmth there. "Than it would cost you before Nine," continued Wabsworth. The Wabbit nodded, but he still had no clue. "So is there anything you want to store there?" Wabsworth voice was pressing. "Such as?" shrugged the Wabbit. "Information." said Wabsworth. The Wabbit thought hard. "Like all the soccer results ever?" Wabsworth shook his head back and forth. "Oh that will cost you." "Not before Nine!" said the Wabbit quickly. "OK then," nodded Wabsworth. Now the Wabbit shook his head sadly. "But I haven't got them with me." Clouds of mist swirled round the clock as Wabsworth pushed the hands close to Nine o'clock and murmured, "You might be able to get them from somebody else's Cloud." "What will that cost me?" asked the Wabbit. Wabsworth pushed the clock hands ever closer to Nine. "It will cost you five minutes." "Time is short," groaned the Wabbit. "So is money," answered Wabsworth.

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The Christmas adventure started with Christmas orders, mysteriously arriving wrapped in Christmas paper. The Wabbit meets Lapinette polishing her automatic. She suggest the message is about the City of Incontinentia. The Wabbit cautiously recruits Lapinettte’s personal guard for the journey. Puma and Terni the dragon are sent ahead through the Quiet Zone which isolates the City. Quickly joined by a heavily armed Wabbit, they learn that Incontinentia is a place where everything is appearance and nothing is real.

When they come upon the city, nothing moves. But suddenly it springs into life. It seems to be a machine. Joined by Tipsy, they enter the city and come across an Agent of Rabit. Tipsy springs with an edged weapon, but the Agent merely falls over. They rendezvous with Lapinette and Fitzy and Mitzy at a gloomy ramshackle washing machine store. The machines revolve and sing threateningly.

Skratch is working undercover, selling tickets outside a blitzed casino. They buy tickets, hop past him and go in. Inside, Lapinette’s personal guard put on an impromptu Brechtian floorshow. On the other side of the City, Jenny, Pirate Chief makes her way from the docks. She overhears two Agents planning to kidnap the Wabbit for ransom. Far away, the Wabbit hears two shots from Jenny’s automatic.

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Follow the Wabbit is a long running story blog now well over 1250 episodes. Commander Wabbit is a Secret Agent loosely attached to the Department of Wabbit Affairs in Turin, Italy. He works with a team of amazing pals who are animals but also pirates, dragons and androids.

Each adventure is separated by an episode set in an Adventure Caffè. That's how you find an adventure in the archives. Use the search box to find Adventure or Caffè. Do cut and paste because of the Italian accent in Caffè. An exciting story has just ended ...and another is starting!

The Adventures are photo collage and text. But everything in the picture is a photograph. Characters and creatures are made from collage material of all sorts, then photographed and cut out. The background photograph is their stage and they are very particular about how it looks.

The Wabbit and Lovely Lapinette adventures are written by Coinneach Shanks. Photographs are by Coinneach Shanks unless otherwise attributed at the bottom of the page. Permissions for photo use may be granted on application and is available at low cost to autism charities and animal welfare organisations. Commander Wabbit himself may be reached at followthewabbit@gmail.com - Or on 00 86 8395914 He's really most approachable and always looking for new ideas!

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Follow the Wabbit is a long running story blog, now more than 1000 episodes. Each adventure is separated by an episode set in an Adventure Caffè. That's how you find an adventure in the archives. Use the search box to find Adventure or Caffè. Do cut and paste because of the Italian accent in Caffè. An exciting story has just ended ...and another is starting!
The Wabbit and Lovely Lapinette adventures are written by Coinneach Shanks. Background photographs are all by Coinneach Shanks unless otherwise attributed at the bottom of the page. Permissions for photo use may be granted on application and is available at low cost to autism charities and animal welfare organisations.
Commander Wabbit himself may be reached at followthewabbit@gmail.com He's really most approachable and always looking for new ideas!

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Coinneach Shanks is the creator of the Wabbit Adventures. Stories, photographs, photo-collage, character development, story-lining and creature animation. Coinneach and Camilla Galli da Bino designed the Skarrots, the Food Dragon, the Puppet Government, Moloch, the Swarm and the Light Creatures. Coinneach Shanks designed Rabbit Jenny the Pirate, the Normots and Panico. All material is copyright. Permissions for use may be addressed to shanks.coinneach@gmail.com

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Clari Csuk is the illustrator of the original Wabbit, Lovely Lapinette and Skratch the Cat Burglar graphics. Also the Wabbit's sometime adversaries, the Ice Mice, The Skuttles and the Euls.

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Fiat Campagnola (jeep) images are by kind permission of Maurizio Boi at http://www.flickr.com/photos/mauboi/ The Balloon Adventure from 08-01-12 These images are otherwise all rights reserved.

The background graphics in ""The Wabbit takes a Quantum Leap" (24-11-11) and "The Wabbit takes the Scenic Route Home," (27-11-11) are courtesy of NASA and are understood to be images in the public domain.

The cover thumbnail in The Wabbit and the Secret Garden (07-12-11) is understood to be fairly used and may be purchased from.

The Merlin helicopter and Type 45 Destroyer published in post 11th April 2014, is courtesy of the UK Ministry of Defence under the Open Government Licence. http://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/doc/open-government-licence/version/2/